The next day rolled in, marking yet another passage of time at the hospital. James hadn''t left the hospital room for days, making sure to handle all necessary business with papers that Wyatt brought him.


    That morning, Wyatt, sticking to his usual routine, came by with more documents. After setting them down, he nced at Mirabe, still unconscious on the bed, and asked with a serious tone, "Still no change with Ms. Mirabe?"


    James, sitting by the window, was massaging his temples, looking noticeably thinner, the stress evident. "Any word from David?" he inquired.


    Wyatt shook his head thoughtfully, then suggested, "Should I try giving him a call?"


    James nodded slightly without breaking his rhythm. Wyatt stepped aside, whipped out his phone, found David''s number, and dialed. But the line just buzzed a few times before cutting off.


    Puzzled, Wyatt tried again, only to get the same result. "What''s up with that?" James asked, ncing over.


    Wyatt shrugged, a bit confused. "Not sure, the call''s just not going through."


    James narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering. Wyatt started scrolling through his contacts. "I''ve got his assistant''s number here; I''ll give that a shot."


    Dialing again, this time the assistant picked up swiftly. Wyatt didn''t waste time, "Can you tell me if David''s found anything that might help?"


    Grant nced towards Presley''s office and lowered his voice, "Sorry, there''s been a lot going on at the association. David might not have the time to treat your friend right now."


    Wyatt frowned, starting to speak, but then the call abruptly ended.


    "What''d they say?" James asked, his gaze steady on Wyatt.


    Wyatt hesitated for a moment, then replied, "It''s odd. Mr. Boyd''s assistant says they''re swamped, and he can''t continue with Ms. Mirabe''s treatment."  swnovel


    Wyatt recalled previous talks with David''s assistant, who had never been this curt before. James thought back to theirst visit to the medicine association with Mirabe, when tensions were high among the senior members over some exam issue. And Mr. Boyd did seem off yesterday...  swnovel


    "Could be some restructuring going on internally," James mused.


    "Restructuring?" Wyatt looked up, the oddness of Grant''s words clicking into ce. "You think Mr. Boyd''s in trouble?"


    "Maybe." James shrugged.


    Wyatt nodded, ncing at the bed again. "I''ll dig into it. We can''t afford for Mr.


    Boyd to be out ofmission with Ms. Mirabe still unconscious."


    "Alright," James replied, then added, "Any updates from Cian?"


    Wyatt shook his head, "No, it''s like he''s vanished."


    "Keep at it," James said, flicking his fingers lightly.


    With Mirabe still in aa and if Boyd couldn''te through, theirst hope might rest with the Stevenson family.


    Shortly after Wyatt left, the phone on the nearby table started buzzing. It was Mirabe''s phone. James walked over, picked it up, and seeing the caller ID, answered the call without hesitation.  S to''swnovel